Movies, lyrics, backpack patches, love.

My secret wish for Luci is for her to become a film director.

I picture a little cutie-pie with frizzy hair at 7 or 8 years- old, running around donning a teeny-made-for-lil-girls Gorilla Biscuits t-shirt that her Dad made her, with a video camera, filming her stuffed animals.   Then eventually, going to film camp.  Some kids go to like regular ol summer camp where they fish and have bon-fires and such.  I don’t really see that for the Luc.  I see lights, cameras…. action!  Does film camp for kiddos even exist?  If not, I’m going to start one.

Ok, so maybe forcing Luci to go to “film camp”, would be a selfish act.   I’ve always, always wanted to be a director and if Luci became one, I’d be able to live vicariously through her.  If not a director, I at least wanted to be that dude that gets to pick out the music for movie scenes.  I sometimes think  “movie-scenes” in my head…. when I hear a song, I make up a scene in my mind-music tends to do that to me- has the ability to remove me from my reality and sparks a sort of creative revelry (ok, so how dorky-dumb was that sentence?).  What he says about songs and lyrics having the power to convey feelings that are hard to communicate otherwise on-screen is also so true in real life (just ask any angst-ridden 15 year-old.  Heck, just ask any 35 year old working mom).

Marc Webb, director of the new flick 500 Days of Summer has my dream job.  He’s a music-video-director come film director and he really has a kick-ass job.  I enjoyed listening to how he encompasses music, lyrics into his movies.  Well, movie.  This is his directorial debut.  And, I cannot wait to see it.

Listen to the Marc Webb 500 Days of Summer interview

And, now for the tangent:

Side-note:  The part where the two main characters meet (over The Smiths lyrics in the elevator) brought back some fond memories for me.   Kinda reminds me of how I met Craig.  Freshman chemistry class, 8 am.  Craig walked in, my eyes fell down to his……. backpack patch (get your mind out of the gutter please).  I was instantly smitten.  I don’t even remember what random punk band’s logo was emblazened on the patch but I do remember this- I thought to myself, “this guy is awesome”.  Ya see, I could tell instantly that Crazel didn’t give a shit what anyone else thought of him.  How did I know this?  Well, his damn Polo Shirt, tucked.  Khakis.  Preppy canvas belt.  Neat and tight haircut (minus his infamous bangs back in the day).   He was totally prepped-out.  But, I was instantly intrigued with the punk patch on his backpack and I knew there was something more.  What I admired about Craig then still holds true today- he doesn’t give a crap what other people think of him.  He’s gotten SO much flack from our punk-rock friends throughout the years for what has been called his “golf boy” persona.  He’s comfortable enough with himself to dress how he wants and saves the crazy for the inside.  I love it.

Well, me and “Crazy on the inside” are leaving on a jet plane for our Bahamian vacay!  I will write all about it upon our return.  Peace-out!